You make your way to the kitchen. You open your fridge, and stare into a black void.
Your fridge is infested with ants. Your fridge has been infested with ants for a month. You have not eaten in a month.
You really should call pest control, but the truth is, you kind of like their companionship. You don't really have any friends. You've convinced yourself that this is actually a symbiotic relationship. The ants get food and you get friendship. It would be nice if they could actually talk, but you can not always have everything you want. You'll settle for the knowledge that other living creatures are depending on you for survival. It makes it easier to retain your desire to live.
For now, you should really eat something. There's some frozen pizza, an apple, and a single slice of bread. They are all equally infested with ants. Of course, you could also eat nothing, which is what you have been doing so far.